The Sadlers: Healed Tongues

So many things to share from this week. We started off with a busy weekend. I hosted a baby shower for my friend Julie (Cooper's mom). She's having a little girl; yipee! Meanwhile, Tia, Bobo and Pops came up to watch Grayson play in a soccer game. Grayson scored a goal and was a terrific goalie. He even got a medal which he is oh so proud of:)

We enjoyed the rest of the day lounging around the house and cooking shish-ka-bobs for Bobo and Pops' 39th wedding anniversary.

Sunday morning as I was preparing breakfast, Grayson excitedly told me that his tongue was all healed (from the playground accident 2 weeks ago). He told me that God had healed it so I asked if he had thanked God. He hadn't yet, so he decided to thank Him right there. A few seconds later, he said it again. Then again. I told him that I thought God had heard him and he says, "Well, God didn't answer me." Okay, got it.

Then on the way to church I was telling him what he would be doing in Sunday school and he interrupts to say "wait, wait, wait. Slow down." So as I slowly repeated it, Grayson would insert, "Got it" between bits of information (Got it, .....got it.....got it) until I had finished relaying the information. Where did he get that from? And why doesn't' this kid have a tool belt?

This morning before leaving to see a stage production synopsis from the play "Texas" (Center City Amarillo promotes local artists all summer with a lunch on the square), Grayson told me he didn't want me to brush his hair because cowboys and indians had CRAZY hair. I told him "it's a good thing then that you're not a cowboy or indian." The picture is from our picnic on the square. A ladybug joined us for a bit.

Apparently now if I sit down to do anything, Matalley assumes that that must mean my lap is open for business and she brings me a book to read. If I don't immediately comply by pulling her up on my lap to read it, she begins throwing a tantrum. So it's back to that old guilt thing, do I try and teach her that just because she wants it doesn't mean she gets it, or just happily comply because it is to read a book (which I want her to do!). Oh bother.

She has also started telling me when she needs a new diaper. This is one of the first signs of potty training...not that we are prepared to start that at all, but it is exciting to think about! She points to her diaper and says "poopoo stinky." I agree!

Finally, before I forget, one of Matalley's favorite toys these days is Grayson's rocking horse. She likes to just rock and rock, while Grayson and I play with something else.